#anywhere

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Zara stirs. Even she sleeps, and asleep she was in her own room rather than Earl's garret. But the knock stirs her awake

She rises from bed, the knock setting her to alertness and stealth. She pads on bare feet to peek through the door - only a sluagh's sharp senses might find much view through the crack, but scent and sound play in, too.

mmm cornsilk? Earth. the shadow is large...and a large but well toned set of feminine blue abs

She has seen t his mid riff before, though it's been some time

"Clementine." She opens the door. Clem sees the sluagh in her bedclothes - barefoot, white hair mussed. The nightgown is victorian in style, trimmed in lace with a high neck.

"Hey girl, I've got a bit of a problem" Clem says "I held it , and fought it, and held it.. the winter? And.. Samhain came and I figured that would be it. Right? Well, I seem to have slipped and I'm stuck. Don't give a shit for honor right now, and if I have to explain to one more self important little student that they don't get to pick and choose their teachers, I'm liable to turn him into a basketball and dunk his ass into a thresher. So I have left some others temproarily in charge. I want to hit Kansas City, get in some trouble. Figured you'd be good company. You know me like this and don't much care"

An owlish blink.

"Well, aye. You are my friend in every season. But I must needs dress, I am not proper."

"oh" Realization "Sorry about that. I'm lucky to remember to dress at all" Not entirely true, savage though her friend maybe, part of the midriff is a carefully calculated warning/signal to all

"Indeed. A moment, if you please?"

"Oh sure. I'll be right out here" Clem says and leans against the wall

Zara can dress quickly. As Clem waits, she is inspected by one of the sisters.

If Zara takes a quick shower, "Here comes the rain again" is sung by the showerhead

As for the report on Clem. Nothing unnatural about her, big blue ogress troll...something primal about her (no pun intended) and for now she's waiting

Zara cracks the door open. "You may come in." She's thrown on a dress over leggings, but is still barefoot and with unbound hair.

Clem comes in "Thanks. I can wait but I admit I'd rather do."

"So. You wish to get in trouble - that can certainly be achieved, but have you specific ideas?" She brushes and braids her hair as they talk. It may.. disconcert... when she uses her toes as an extra hand, the overlong digits just as dextrous, and her hips bending in a way that's.. not.. not quite right...

Clem admits "I half way expect you to snap in half doing that one day, or at least lose a toe. And actually nothing too specific, just a few rough inklings. I just want it away from civilized country. Hence near Firnost"

A soft chuff.

"I was inspired by something I heard about near Rome New York... some White Supremists had a bad halloween"

"Mm. A hunt, then? There are Nazis in Kansas City."

"You know, I hear punching nazis isn't just for Captain America anymore" Clem grins "Of course, we can take a more subtle approach to the hunt if you like. Appreciate you going along with me for this. " A beat "COULD be dangerous"

"Well, I do not care for comabt."

"I have made a Nazi piss himself, though. That was satisfying."

"Bet it was, " Clem nods "I'll also settle for KKK types. I can elderform them black for awhile..."

Grey lips curl in a grin. "Aye, indeed."

"So, bring some victory tea along and we'll go"

"Victory TEA?" He calls from down the hall. An aghast look. "May I at least add a touch of whiskey? A toddy hot?"

She snags a hair tie to finish off her braid. "Vince? Hello - you know CLlementine, of course."

Clem turns. The farmer look is now replaced more like a country music video amazon, wardrobe wise "Well, good to see you again, Vince. " they don't talk much but they have met.

"The sweetest tall glass of Mimosa this side of the Mississippi." He agrees! "My lady Librarian, hast thou heard the news?"

"News?" She perks, looking much like Bronte when the dragon smells a new book.

He has the PROUD look of a cat that has caught an entire Aviary. "I have kittens."

Clem raises a brow "Careful, Vince. Sometimes they fine you for littering"

"I danced upon them in a dream this Samhain's eve, and pray that the Thanes shall forgive me the fine, so fine are these kittens mine. A duo, sisters though not by Kith nor Blood, a catseye and a lapis fair."

Eyebrows lift. "Indeed!"

"One with swirls of rosettes when with claws, another with swirls you shall see ONLY with due cause."

"If we can't solve the riddle does he devour us?" Clem asks her friend

A toothy grin to Clem. Oh, he'd take his odds!

"Two new fledges... " She sniffs the air.

"Oh, aye. A nocker and a pooka, you can feel the glamour."

He looks SO pleased. Zara understands him, oft better than most.

"That must have been quite a bedding!"

"Well, that's right handy" Clem says "Mozel Tov, Fluff"

"And their sisters three. Of so one might say, if they were given to brag. Which of course, a GENTLElion does not. Alas, I made the others promise to keep their souls for later, else poor Delores be overrun."

"I trust thy Samhain was lovely as well? As near as one may remember to tell?"

A little furrow between her brows.

"I am uncertain. It ended well, I know."

"I've been told that indicates that all is well."